The Warner sun. (Warner, Brown Co., Dakota [S.D.]) 1885-1???, 1887-06-24

mony, and split her own ears and
mine with studies ahead of
her capacities. Her energy drOYe
me to greater activity in my drawing,
which, however, did not bring increas-
ed pleasure. There must have been
| something wrong in my character
thay | was not happier for this furious
emulation Of the busy bee. Margaret
often said, with shake of the head:
"If were eighteen like you, Kate in
stead OF twice that age, | would make
something Of myself" Then, asham.
ed of negleCting my opportunities, |
would 90 up on the roof and sketch
clouds, while the other girls went off
for TambLe in the solitude.
We gave up going to drink coffee OF
an afternoon in the Hof Garten.
The band there was all brass, and
| Margaret was mad after strings. We
trailed to symphony concerts till
was bored to death, and Margaret
looked victimized i'll the picture gal
leries where formerly we had spent
such happy hours together. began
to rue the day that she decided to be-
come famous, and Jealous hatred of
! the fiddle arose within me. 1t had al.
ready spoiled half my pleasure in
| Margaret's society, and she grew daily
more absorbed in the senSeIess thing
| quarter soon our friendship OF years
was likely to 60 to pieces.
These superhuman labors began to
| tell on Margaret after a while, and her
teacher advised her to take few
weeks rest in the Tyrol. gladly
agreed to accompany her, and
our preparations for the trip
were quickly made. ] was So
cretly in raptures at the thOuuhtfo
getting rid Of my enemy, the fiddle, or
| a while; but, alas! / was doomed to
disappointment. While arranging
our hand.luggage in rs compact q
form as possible l learned that the
violin was to accompany US.
But, Margaret, you need rest.
! Who not leave the violin here in safe
| hands, and return to it refresked?" I
said hypocritically. 81 should lose in
a week all have toiled for through
months" she said. with q reprOach.
| full glance; and | demurred no longer.
Margaret then began to solemnly
roll the instrument of torture in q
yard of flannel, cover it further with
my blanket and an old silk handker-
chief of generous dimensions, draw q
green balze bag over the resplendent
mahogany case, and fastening shawl
strap round the whole, declared it
ready for its travels.
My fears that the fiddle would be a
marplot throughout our journey were
not without foundation, and | soon
realized that as trip for rest and
recreation ours was turning out a
| failure. From the start Margaret,
| bewilded and overwhelmed with ad-
monitions every porter and railway
official who laid hold Of the baize bag
with it's precious contents, watching
them with lynx eyes, and trotting
along beside any in whose glance
cleaned the unlawful fire of coVetous-
| ness. .
At Rosenau there was a collision be-
tween the baize bag and q brass-nailed
trunk, and hole was stove in the
side of the former. When Margaret
found big scratch on the mahogany
case she sat down on a truck and wept
| openly. AS we were to tarry few
days at Rosenau begged nay compan-
ion to have a stout box of common
wood made for the fiddle to continue
its Journey in, and send the too mag
nifcent receptacle back to Munich.
To this she consented, and when we
again set forth, the precious instru-
ment reposed in a black pine box of
gruesome shape. It was heavily and
and clumsily made, with key as big
as Mrs Bluebeard's; it looked very
like q small coffin; but it was cheap
and strong enough to resist any
amount of ill-usage.
We stopped fortnight or more at
Haidenfeld, irtstke Southern Tyrol;
pretty, restful nook, with deep lake
walled in by cloud high mountains, a
half-ruined monastery, about which a
few spectral monks still hovered, and
an enticing maze of walks through
heather fragrant pine. A place for
| people not Gddle-ridden to enjoy every
moment.
/ Margaret was not in a mood to en-
| Joy the beauties of nature. Evening
after evening / sat alone in our little
balcony, watching the icy crest of the
| Adlerberg flush an exquisite pink in
the setting sun, and pale again to sill
very white. / longed for my friends
ear. into which to pour my ex trava-
CANT delight in this scene; but she was
IN the back room wrestling with a
fiagelot tone or some other intricacy
she feared might escape her.
| saw clearly that Margaret's yaca-
tion Was doing her no good, and l was
uneasy for her health. The study Of
the violin is great strain upon the
| strongest nerves and Margaret had
| always been rather delicate. We had
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